Letras:Lower Definition. The Greatest Of All Lost Arts. His Silent Film.

Meet director of silence with a lie
Twisting the bed into worn grain
Even if cut from the dialog
I had to show you all how I felt about this scene
Didn't want this but this is what you get
Your never ready when it comes
Yeah, you should really take this one here

It needed to be real for sure
We need it to feel for this silent perfection
Standing above her body was so real
And I would show you what I've done but it's conciled
I've cut down a man who never knew my sick sick plan
I've cut down a man who never knew my sick sick plan

You all make us fail
You all make us fail
You all make us fail
You all make us fail you all
Make us fail you all
Make us...fail

Burn the real and our everything
It can never learn to deal with this
When I lie I take you off from the set of mine
Burned away
It could never learn to tell that
I'm ready to fail when my time comes and go.

I must be sick look at what I did
I must be sick look at what I did to your heart
I must be sick look at what I did to your heart
I must be sick
I must be sick
Look at what I did to your heart

It needed to be real for sure
We needed to feel for the sake of the kingdom
For the silent perfection
We needed to feel for the sake of the kingdom